alwaysamy: (power of winchester)
This is set in early S5 Supernatural, before Team Free Will knows who the Trickster really is, but after Castiel has decided to look for God. Pre-Changing Channels.

Gen fic with appearances by Sam, Dean, Cas, Gabriel, and Bobby. Long! (Like, more than 9,500 words.) And with a lot of unrepentant cute due to the plot. (But there's angst, too. It's Winchesters, after all.) Now with fantastic art by [ profile] serenada_art ! 

Story back here ... )
alwaysamy: (JA smile)
Writing is going very well today! Better than expected. So there's deadline panic, as always, but I'm happy with what's on the page.

Today, anyway.
alwaysamy: (writer)
you know, as you do, and I had an idea for a book. About a teenage girl and her dead boyfriend, to be precise. And also about the things we do in the name of love, and the things we're capable of, good and bad, even when we're still figuring out who we are. 

And as of today, HarperTeen bought it! With a second book to follow! I'm still a little shaky, and mostly convinced that I was at some point doing the good drugs and hallucinated the whole thing, but others assure me that it's true.

The tentative plan is that the first book will probably be released in hardcover in fall 2011. Meanwhile, I have to finish writing it. I should probably get started on that.

Also on ordering flowers (or, like, A PONY) for my awesome agent, and for my brand-new editor.

Book rec!

Mar. 15th, 2009 10:54 am
alwaysamy: (all work no play)
I just finished Joe Hill's 20th Century Ghosts, and I'm still reeling, in that dizzy, giddy way that comes after something's spun you around and left you breathless.

This is a collection of short stories, and first of all, I'd forgotten how much I love this form. It's one I never mastered (I write long, I guess -- all of my short stories sort of ... stop, rather than end, because I realize I'm running out of space). I was interested in it because his Heart-Shaped Box had gotten so much praise, and because I love good, thinky horror. 

I think what surprised me most was that this collection isn't simply horror -- "Better Than Home," for instance, is simply a story about a boy and his dad (and a really gorgeous one, full of the kind of realistic, almost uncomfortable detail that makes it ring true). And some of the pieces are more dark fantasy than anything else, or maybe closer to dark magical realism -- "Pop Art," for example, which is about, very literally, an inflatable boy. (And broke my heart in about a million ways -- it's sharp and exquisite and incredibly true on every level.)

When Hill breaks out the horror, though, he doesn't hold back -- "Abraham's Boys" is horrifying on a very realistic level, and "My Father's Mask" is so startling and dreamlike and surreal, it made actually me squirmy. "Best New Horror" goes exactly where you think it shouldn't -- couldn't possibly -- go, and it works so well, it's like a gut punch. 

If you like horror, or simply like excellent writing, take a look. And check out Hill's blog -- he's running a Love Your Indie Bookstore contest this month, which is awesome of him.

Now to finish Heart-Shaped Box, which is *thisclose* to giving me nightmares.
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so here goes. Pictures of Us will be available in bookstores next week, and to give you a taste of the story, here's Tess remembering how she met Michael.

There's not much evidence of it in this particular excerpt, but the Westfield of Tess and Michael's youth is very much the town where I spent most of my childhood, and graduated from high school. While I was writing this, I was very much back there -- the graceful, tree-lined streets, the old houses (so many of them un-air-conditioned), long afternoons listening to albums (actual vinyl, folks), sharing Marlboro Lights as we walked downtown to the Rialto or to work at Baron's, the drugstore. More than that, I let myself remember the feeling of possibility, the electricity of a first kiss, the rush of wind through the open windows of a car on a warm summer night. Tess is right there in this excerpt.

Enjoy! And do a little reminiscing of your own.  )

New book!

Dec. 2nd, 2008 02:41 pm
alwaysamy: (stop look)
Here's the cover of my Harlequin Super Romance title, Pictures of Us, available in January!

This isn't a typical romance, in that the couple involved is already married. It was originally intended to be part of Harlequin's Everlasting line (see the hot pink oval there?), which unfortunately didn't last long. Everlasting was created to showcase relationships, in all their complicated glory -- decades-long marriages, for instance, or the stories of love lost and found again later.

This is that kind of story. Tess and Michael may be married when the book begins, but their history isn't as simple as a high school romance with a happy ending...and their future is suddenly more uncertain than either of them would have ever predicted.

Stay tuned for more teasers...
alwaysamy: (smack someone)
I joined NaNoWriMo this year, which I've never done before, and I have to say, I'm not thrilled with the site. I was able to log in exactly once so far today, but before I could actually *do* anything, the site timed out. Um, guys? Sort of a problem.

I'm cheating, which I'll make clear from the start -- I'm using it as a tool to finish my zombie book, which is already started. I don't care about winning or verifying, but I still want to make the 50,000 word goal, since that should give me a finished draft, based on what I have done so far.

Of course, being able to post my word count would be nice, which I can't. So I'll say here that I wrote 847 words today, which is not much, but better than the nothing I wrote yesterday.

New book!

Jun. 7th, 2008 10:57 am
alwaysamy: (writer)
Hot Date is out now -- feels like it's been a while since I had a book on the shelves! Here's a peek.


Soon-to-be ex-husband in the rearview mirror. Hometown straight ahead. Grace Lamb at the wheel, beginning a whole new life in an about-to-drop-dead old VW bus. She plans to start a gardening business in the charming hamlet of Wrightsville, PA, and put her green thumb to good use. Hey, why not? Flower, ferns, even plain old grass like her…they really like her. What could go wrong? Everything, once the bus breaks down and a local cop pulls over to help. One luck through the windshield and Grace is feeling lucky again. The man in blue is none other than Nick Griffin, her former childhood crush, all grown up and looking incredibly handsome and sexy. Yes, officer, there is a problem…


At last. Something to do. Wrightsville isn’t the most exciting beat, despite nabbing the hardened criminal who stole the library’s Harry Potter collection. Nick can’t take his eyes off the drop-dead gorgeous redhead with the broken-down VW bus. Grace’s looks may have changed for the better (way better) since she was a kid following Nick and her big brother around, but he’s about to find out that she still gets into the strangest scrapes. And from messing with the mob over a bunch of vintage sex toys (don’t ask) to making Nick forget that he has a brain when she happens to touch him, Grace still drives him crazy. Except now he’s falling crazy in love…

Stay tuned for reviews, what I was listening to when I wrote this, why Hot Date is the wrong title (heh), and excerpts...
alwaysamy: (journal)
When you see this, post a couple of quotations from your own favorite writers. These should be people you read over and over again, not people who had one great idea; go ahead and do it from memory, mistakes and all.

Louisa May Alcott, from Little Women:

It wasn't at all the thing, I'm afraid, but the minute she was fairly married, Meg cried, "The first kiss for Marmee!" and, turning, gave it with her heart on her lips.

Sylvia Plath, from "Morning Song":

Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.

Edith Wharton, from The Age of Innocence:

There was no use in trying to emancipate a wife who had not the dimmest notion that she was not free; and he had long since discovered that May's only use of the liberty she supposed herself to possess would be to lay it on the altar of her wifely adoration.

Stephen King, from On Writing:

This is a short book because most books about writing are filled with bullshit.

Lorrie Moore, from "How to Beoome a Writer":

First, try to be something, anything, else. A movie star/astronaut. A movie star/ missionary. A movie star/kindergarten teacher. President of the World. Fail miserably. It is best if you fail at an early age - say, 14. Early, critical disillusionment is necessary so that at 15 you can write long haiku sequences about thwarted desire...This is the required pain and suffering. This is only for starters.
alwaysamy: (bookstore)
After a month of not being able to settle on a book to read, I'm drowning in books at the moment. Got Minette Walters' The Devil's Feather and Ruth Rendell's Thirteen Steps Down out of the library, and am waiting on the new Deborah Crombie, Water Like a Stone. New books by favorite authors! Finally.

Of course, the other day I forgot to bring my book to work. With an hour break for dinner, the idea of being bookless struck me with terror. So I wandered over to the Waldenbooks and not only picked up a new Laurie R. King, The Art of Detection (which I didn't even know was out -- my radar must be faulty), but I found ROOM SERVICE on the front wall under New Releases! Very cool.


May. 31st, 2007 10:29 am
alwaysamy: (room service)
All About Romance has given Room Service a B+!

Here are a few of the snippets that made me preen:

"I really enjoyed this book; it was fun, had an interesting plot, and featured likable characters. My mouth watered reading about Rhys’ cooking and his food descriptions. Rhys and Olivia were interesting people."

"This sweet and entertaining novel is lots of fun. I recommend it highly."

Want to read the whole review? Look here.

One last note: AAR has come under fire in the past for being too brutal. I disagree. One of the reasons I love the site and love their honesty is because books cost money. I don't want to buy something that's going to turn out to be a waste of my time *or* my hard-earned dollars.

And in this review, of my book? Every nit they pick is something I can nod at and say, "Yup, I should have done that, I should have developed that plot point or that character." The AAR reviewers are smart women (and men), and I appreciate their frank reviews, especially when romance is so often accused of being a rainbows and kittens girls club.
alwaysamy: (miss anything)
So I'm finally out of the deadline cave, and slowly trying to catch up with the rest of the world. While I do, I thought I'd post the soundtrack for the book I just finished. It's eclectic and fun and sexy, which is hopefully what the book is, too.

One thing I've realized when I compile these soundtracks is that I need to have songs from both the heroine and the hero's point of view, and sometimes secondary characters, as well. The Clapton and the Springsteen are definite Nick songs, while the Liz Phair and No Doubt are Grace's.

Good Vibrations, Beach Boys
Just a Girl, No Doubt
I Can't Make Me, Butterfly Boucher
Visa Cards and Antique Mirrors, The Windbreakers
Extraordinary, Liz Phair
My Ever Changing Moods, Style Council
Tenderness on the Block, Warren Zevon
You Can Do It, No Doubt
Junk Shop Clothes, The Auteurs
Bad Day, Daniel Powter
Motherless Children, Eric Clapton
Voodoo Cadillac, Southern Culture on the Skids
Dress Sexy at My Funeral, Smog
Animals, Nickelback
Sex-o-Matic Venus Freak, Macy Gray
Friend of Mine, Liz Phair
The Ties that Bind, Bruce Springsteen
Accidentally Like a Martyr, Warren Zevon
Just Because, Nikka Costa
Two Hearts, Bruce Springsteen
alwaysamy: (very free)
It's National Poetry Month, and [ profile] zmayhem posted two of her favorite poems (and linked to two more), so I am following her lead.

Let me say up front I am not widely read in poetry. I have quite a few favorite poets (such as Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath) and a lot of poems I love, but none of them are terribly obscure or surprising.

Which doesn't matter, if you ask me. Reaction to poetry is intensely personal, I think -- I respond to poetry I like the same way I respond to music I like. It's a gut thing, a lyricism combined with meaning.

Here are a couple poems I love.

D.H. Lawrence, "Terra Incognito"

There are vast realms of consciousness still undreamed of
vast ranges of experience, like the humming of unseen harps,
we know nothing of, within us.

Oh when man has escaped from the barbed-wire entanglement
of his own ideas and his own mechanical devices
there is a marvellous rich world of contact and sheer fluid beauty
and fearless face-to-face awareness of now-naked life
and me, and you, and other men and women
and grapes, and ghouls, and ghosts and green moonlight
and ruddy-orange limbs stirring the limbo
of the unknown air, and eyes so soft
softer than the space between the stars.
And all things, and nothing, and being and not-being
alternately palpitate,
when at last we escape the barbed-wire enclosure
of Know-Thyself, knowing we can never know,
we can but touch, and wonder, and ponder, and make our effort
and dangle in a last fastidious fine delight
as the fuchsia does, dangling her reckless drop
of purple after so much putting forth
and slow mounting marvel of a little tree.

(It's overwrought and a bit purple, but I love the breathless stream-of-consciousness of it.)

W.H. Auden, "Funeral Blues"

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

(This is such a raw, perfect, painful expression of grief, I love it.)

William Carlos Williams, "This Is Just to Say"

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

(I love this because it proves that poetry can take on so many forms, that poetry doesn't have to be "difficult" or obscure or pretentious.)

Do you have favorite poems? Post them!

Book news!

Feb. 12th, 2007 09:33 pm
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With all the talk of books today (go [ profile] paperdol!), I realized that the mass market edition of I Love You to Death was released on February 6. If you haven't read it, and you want to, now you can get it cheaper!

It's my first mass market release, which is cool (the others have all been in trade) and it's got a brand-new cover, too. Yay!

Clicky link for your convenience...
alwaysamy: (serious face)
My last blog at Literary Chicks is today. The theme is "loving too much," since the title of the book I'm promoting is I Love You to Death.

And I wrote, naturally, about BtVS. It's tongue in cheek, though.

Now to face the rest of Monday...
alwaysamy: (squee)
Everyone who hasn't already needs to check out the absolutely beautiful website [ profile] serasempre designed for me.

::bounces more::

It's the coolest thing ever. Check out the tarot card spread on the "Up Next" page! And the writing quotes! And the vintage photos!

::bounces so hard, hits head on ceiling::

For now, the site *may* look overtyped in some versions of IE, but if you hit refresh it may help.

::bounces away, happy happy happy::

Damn. I was so busy bouncing, I forgot to include a link.

alwaysamy: (Default)
I'm part of a new web site -- Brava Authors. It's brand-new, and full of lots of extras, like a group blog, photos, recipes, news and updates.

If you're a fan of Brava books, check it out!
alwaysamy: (Default)
I have a column up at Romancing the Blog today, on baseball! Well, on baseball heroes in romance -- or the lack of them.

Hey, when a girl dreams about David Wright as often as I do...

(Hush. I know he's only 23.)


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